Wednesday, September 9, 2009

307/365 Mrs. Gilbertson

Isn't even your name anymore, having
divorced, remarried: not so usual in
our town. But you were/are unusual,
strong-jawed English major, blue eyes tiny
as buttons deeply set in your
pale-freckled skin, hair teased into a
wasp net, thinly brown and banged.
Serious about literature: I copied that.

Thank you.

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